Undaground All-Stars (feat. Lil\' O & Mike D) - Lil Keke

Young Don nigga, Fat Rat nigga

We in the building, S.U.C

Underground All-Stars, feel it ah

We some hustlers ballers, money making thugs

Underground All-Stars, show the game love

Cause we bosses gangstas, money making G’s

Counting O’s doing shows, from our new CD’s

Throw your block up high, get your set in the sky

Get your dro get your drank, X pills and fry

We some hustlers ballers, gangstas bosses

Hood rich nigga, with no time for losses

I’ve been gone for a minute, so boys wanna do me

I’m cold with this shit, bouncing back like Juve

Feel me kill me, or make you a choice

Or tuck your tail like a bitch, when you hear my voice

Bring pain no change, on my new c.

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And I’m raw as ten lines, out the scorpion key

S.U.C.

to the finish, niggas clearing the way

In the booth spitting truth, better ask MJ

Got Miggity Mike D, and I’m Don Lil' Ke

Herschelwood and the 3, Laf-Tex C.M.G

Braeswood new chrome, on brand new cars

It’s the Southside, Underground All-Stars

I sold c.d.s, out the back of my truck

So I could knock off the truck, that start with the Range

And when I stopped moving crack and I started to rap

And I made me some stacks, I ain’t changed

You must respect my hustle, you must respect my grind

You must respect my hard work, I got the right to shine

Remember well in my cell, I had to fight the time

But I swore when I got out, I’d have twice the grind

And be, ten times the man

This Y on my wrist, is ten times a grand

I got the glow of a God, you can’t out shine me man

Dear Lord watch over me, niggas hating on me I’m about to bomb on em

Be with me Amen, see I will prevail

Not a millionaire yet, but I’m giving 'em hell

Real life thug shit, man I’m living it well

And if you real like I’m real, then you feel me like brail cause we some

Ain’t too many gon hop out, and do the game like me

I got the heart of a lion, hustle game from the 3

I’m with the Don Keke, Lil' O and Den Den

Plus guerillas from the Southwest, with C’s on they fucking chest

You get it right get it straight, baby we hold the weight

Use to be the cocaine, now this the drank state

And you know, who hold the keys to the city

It’s Miggity Mike D, a young Carl Smitty

And I’m tired of these overrated, rappers

Ain’t seen the streets a day in they life, just modern day actors

Watch niggas like me, and put my life in they lines

And niggas in the hood, don’t even know your kind

I’m a hustler gangsta, money making thug

With niggas from the hood, that’ll get at you cuz